William Shakespeare Quotes
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Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yeomen! Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head! Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood; Amaze the welkin with your broken staves!
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it is not enough to speak, but to speak truee
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Set we forward; let A Roman and a British ensign wave Friendly together. So through Lud's town march, And in the temple of the great Jupiter Our peace we'll ratify, seal it with feasts. Set on there! Never was a war did cease, Ere bloody hands were washed, with such a peace.
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Farewell, good Salisbury, and good luck go with thee!
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Yet this my comfort: when your words are done, My woes end likewise with the evening sun.
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Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off ... Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust.
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For by his face straight shall you know his heart.
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Were it good To set the exact wealth of all our states All at one cast? to set so rich a main On the nice hazard of one doubtful hour? It were not good.
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Every subject's duty is the King's; but every subject's soul is his own. Therefore, should every soldier in the wars do as every sick man in his bed, wash every mote out of his conscience; and dying so, death is to him advantage; or not dying, the time was blessedly lost wherein such preparation was gained; and in him that escapes, it were no sin to think that, making God so free an offer, He let him outlive the day to see His greatness and to teach others how they should prepare.
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Bad is the trade that must play fool to sorrow, Ang'ring itself and others.
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Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep', the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast...
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No man means evil but the devil, and we shall know him by his horns.
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There's villainous news abroad.
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A great cause of the night is lack of the sun.
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He receives comfort like cold porridge.
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O war! thou son of Hell!
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I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
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Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal.
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Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.
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If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul.
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Old fashions please me best; I am not so nice To change true rules for odd inventions.
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If I lose my honor, I lose myself: better I were not yours Than yours so branchless.
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Time is a very bankrupt and owes more than he's worth to season. Nay, he's a thief too: have you not heard men say, That Time comes stealing on by night and day?
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By Heaven, I love thee better than myself.